Bright's Out! (Estelle Bright vs Gilbert Stein)

Even though she wasn't quite of sound or clear mind at present, Estelle wasn't convinced by Gilbert's attempts to act as if his execution was all part of some grand machination he had planned. She might not have been the brightest star in the sky, but she certainly could tell that much. Gilbert's abs peeled from her face as she continued to remain on the canvas, back aching and head pounding, gazing up at the condescending smirk of her opponent who had so far managed to turn the tables on her...albeit with somewhat unusual moves.

And little did Estelle know she was due for another one. The French nobleman snickered as he seized the girl's skull to guide her up onto quivering knees, hunched over slightly as he would trap Estelle's head firmly in a tight headlock. "H-Hey!! Ow!! You're not fooling me, you have no idea what you're doing!!" But her words meant little right now, as his knuckles began to grind into her head repeatedly for a humiliating noogie session. "Ow! Owowowowow!!! Stop that, you jerk!!" Normally, it would have been demoralising and nothing more, but with Estelle's concussed mind already settling in, Gilbert's repeated digs into her head only served to her mind feel even more rattled. The girl struggling, but ultimately unable to break away from her foe's surprisingly iron grip.

Oh ye of little faith~...Gilbert knew firsthand how his vast intellect can dwarf the mental capacities of certain rustic peasantry. Perhaps Estelle was truthfully incapable of comprehending the depths of her own inadequacies and therefore resorted to baseless accusations or Gilbert being a perverted, unskilled cheater. Nevertheless, as the refined nobleman he is, Gilbert saw it as his rightful duty as a member of the upper class to educate his familial rival to the best of his abilities even it meant drilling those facts into her vacuous head. Or in this case, quite literally grinding the truth into her twin-tailed cranium via a juvenile noogie as if Gilbert were a schoolyard bully. Ultimately disgraceful and degrading for anyone on the receiving end, moreso for Estelle appearing hapless and defenseless against it.

"Ha!!! Merely a taste of divine justice for even considering yourself my equal." Gilbert gloated after relenting on his moronic retribution, although gaining inspiration from Estelle's cries of foul play. "Hmph, you think me some incompetent oaf do you? Well than allow me to offer us a clean break than~..." Gilbert snobbishly remarked while guiding Estelle back up to her feet with the sides of her face smeared between his noblemen muscles and pectorals. The Bright sister relinquished once standing though. Gilbert bringing up both her hands, balling her fists and putting her into a faux boxing stance before adopting one of his own. The Foppish Frenchman than delivering a whirlwind of his Peasant Pummel set of pelting strikes that if uninterrupted, would culminate in him kissing his fist for a jaw clattering uppercut.

It must be nice to live in the deluded, fantasy that is Gilbert's mind. The French nobleman obviously hadn't intended to sent Estelle plummeting down and blessing her with a concussion - it was merely a situation he was fully content to take advantage of. The noogie was perfect evidence of that. It wasn't a particularly painful move on her cranium - it simply served to illustrate Gilbert's supposed superiority over the Bright girl.

The snob couldn't help but gloat as he dug his knuckles into Estelle's head as she demanded he release her. Once he had grown bored, Gilbert made a show of bringing Estelle back up to her full height - but not before he drew her attention to the immaculate abdominal region he had cultivated, along with those pristine pecs. One would think Gilbert a scrawny, wimpy worm, but his body was a clear testament to the contrary. As long as you didn't let him get one over on you...

Estelle wobbled on her feet, trying to regain her senses. Everything is a blur, her vision spinning however. Her cocky opponent lifts her hands up, curling them into fists to assume a boxing stance. Funnily enough, the girl had practised boxing before. She had even brought an outfit for it. But this was a wrestling match, and with a heavy fog clouding her brain, she couldn't concentrate clearly. The faint outline of Gilbert raising his own fists, which began flying into the girl's vulnerable face!

"Oof! Agh!! Oww!! Quit!! It!!! Ack!!" Each blow Gilbert landed would reward the Froppish Frenchman with a yelp of pain from Estelle, her head getting jostled almost like a speedbag from her foe's punches. As Gilbert drew his fist back, gracing his knuckles with his lips, Estelle would stagger in place with her arms at her sides. Completely defenseless, and therefore an easy target...BAM!! Gilbert's uppercut soared underneath like a rocket, nailing her directly in the jaw. "Ugh!!!" Estelle's eyes bulked upon the impact as she was thrown off her feet, before collapsing onto the canvas. Laid out like a star, her eyes blinking at the skylights above with pain etched into her glassy pearls.

Obviously reticent though Gilbert would be to admit to this, the nobleman's honed expertise in applying the skull-grinding noogie was moreso from firsthand experience than anything else. Memories of schoolyard bully's targeting the Foppish Frenchman for quite some time at the very least have gifted Gilbert with a knack for savaging the scalp of any forlorn foe on the receiving end of his juvenile sense of justice. Which was currently exacted upon his twin-tailed family rival who was suffering several indignities all in one night via Gilbert's sophisticated wrestling techniques, supposedly. Grinding his knuckles into the crown of her skull in a demeaning spectacle with both his flawless physique and smug superiority smeared right into her face. That is until Gilbert decided, as the dapper gentleman he is, to allow Estelle a fighting chance given how haplessly outmatched she apparently was. All while simultaneously showcasing the Stein family's legendary boxing technique in the process, even going so far as to aid Estelle in adopting her own boxing stance.

Except Gilbert's generosity would end there as he started emphatically swatting Estelle with pelting strikes and a shimmering smile to his face. Swaying the Bright sister's figure from side to side with his refined fists cratered into her smushed cheeks until her flaccid arms dangled and practically invited the inevitable. Gilbert sharing a peck for his knuckled fist before it was blasted upon his hapless adversary's jawline with veritable ringbells signifying a knockout chiming in Gil's delusional imagination. Gil taking the time to stand over the fallen Bright sister and strike several flexing poses in the meantime. "Overwhelmed by the Stein family technique and mine own unparalleled physique, I take it? Perhaps if you grovel for forgiveness after my victory, I will allow you the chance to appreciate it in private~..." Gilbert arrogantly gloated with a flirtatious wink before beginning to approach the nearby turnbuckle with his back turned to the spreadeagled Estelle. The Frenchman attempting his Eiffel Tower finisher via vaulting himself backward to come splashing down across Estelle's midsection.

If Estelle had overheard Gilbert's inner thoughts that she was being subjected to the very move that he had been tormented with during his school days, the twin-tailed girl would have been without a doubt mortified. It wasn't a particularly harmful move, but the sheer embarrassment and strain on her already pounding head left her dazed and wobbling, in a perfect position to become Gilbert's personal punching bag in a moment of improvisation. And with that final uppercut which was blessed by the Frenchman's kiss, Estelle soared off her feet and crashed down unceremoniously to the canvas, her dazed eyes blinking upwards as miniature versions of the smug noble fluttered above the brunette's head in her delirious mind.

The crowd seemed shocked as the faint image of Gilbert towering over her came into view, flexing his muscles in a theatrical manner, practically flaunting his 'superior skill' over the girl. But even as dizzy as she was on the floor, the Frenchman's arrogant tone was able to pierce her ears and bleat into her head obnoxiously, accompanied by a flirtatious wink that Estelle felt herself shudder at. But she wasn't just repulsed. She was eager. Keen to reverse her fortunes. And that gave way to some feeling returning to her body. Just as Gilbert mounted the turnbuckle, with his back facing his fallen foe.

The crowd began to reach a fervour as Estelle flexed her fingers, twitching. Of course the nobleman couldn't see it, with his back turned to her. And so, when he vaulted himself off with the intent to crash down onto her midsection, the Bright girl's body coursed to life as if electrified! "Grovel? Appreciate it in private...? Why don't you come back down to earth already, Gilly?!" She shouted, managing to twist her body sideways to roll cleanly away. Gilbert would succeed merely in colliding with the canvas, as Estelle neared the ropes with the intent to use them to aid her ascent back onto her feet...

Lording his superiority over any vanquished adversary would come always naturally from the elitist noblemen, as is to be expected from any family member of a renowned wrestling lineage such as his. But knowing that he was reigning supreme over the reviled Bright family only made his achievement all the sweeter. Generations of well-justified vengeance was being levied against the twin-tailed miscreant with every demeaning crank of his childish noogie against her scalp and walloped strike delivered to her swiveled face practically making a bobblehead out of Estelle in glorious fashion. All before being graced with the heralded finishing blow of the Stein family boxing technique, the delusional Gilbert sporting a teeth-sparkled smile and imagining a celestial choir of angels singing with an airborne Estelle being basked in a heavenly light before eventually unceremoniously sent plummeting back down to the Earth and the canvas below.

The Foppish Frenchman taking the time to relish in his imminent victory over his spreadeagled rival with a flexing showcase meant to have Estelle admire the physique that bested her, and offer her the chance to appreciate it fully backstage. Gilbert considering it a way for Estelle to make amends for underestimating him in the first place now that there was no question as to whom belonged to the superior wrestling family. An offer he concocted after noticing Estelle could actually become quite fetching once she'd been vanquished at his feet and once that insufferably rebellious voice of hers was dutifully silenced. Gilbert taking his time in ascending the top turnbuckle for his back slamming Eiffel Tower finisher~...except his twin-tailed crash pad would wind up swiveling into the distance. "BlaRGH!!!" Gilbert blurted out to a ring quaking wipeout, and arching his spine with agonized spine while seated. Grimacing pitiably as he attempted shuffling to his feet...